Crossroads

Chapter 351

“Dominick, what the hell gives you the right to

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-un like this?” me up

The room was roughly 300 square feet, without windows or a balcony, a completely sealed box. The center of the room was divided by a thick glass wall. Inside the high–density, bulletproof glass wall, Courney was like a caged animal, furiously pounding on the glass, shouting and cursing.

“Ms. Peterson, you’d better calm down and cooperate with us.

The guard’s voice, low and menacing, came from behind the alloy electronic door to the right of the glass wall.

“Go fuck yourself! Get me out of here, now!”

Courtney was frantic, kicking the glass with a deafening boom.

The whole space felt suffocating, making it impossible to think straight. The walls glowed an ominous red, adding to the sense of agitation and uncase. Courtney’s clothes were tom, her hair a mess, her eyes blazing with hatred.

She screamed with all her might, pounding her fists in frustration. “Dominick, what the hell are you trying to pull! You better watch your step, goddammit, or Ill kill your precious Stephaniel

“Let me out of here! What gives you the right to lock me up! Fuck, let me gor

“What reason do you think I have to detain you?” Dominick, sitting directly across from her, finally spoke, his face contorted in anger.

Courtney glared back, eyes blazing with rage. “You fucking monster! You’ll get what’s coming to you, you hear me? Dominick, don’t think you’re Invincible. Someone will take you down eventually

Her relentless rant didn’t faze him. He was simply growing tired of her.

“Gary is awake,” Dominick suddenly said

shifted to shock and then silence

Courtney’s

in, adjusting her emotions as she asked him with trembling lips.

heir of the Wellington family possibly not know? You brought me here

menacing as he listened to her

you?” he asked directly, his

stopped as she looked at

took two steps back, straightening her clothes and adjusting her hair with a proud tilt of her chin.

her eyes, scrutinizing every subtle change in his facial expression Courtney knew that every time she

Courtney regained her usual calm composure and asked him, running her fingers

you have anything to do with what happened to her when

want to answer his question. Suddenly, she noticed a hint of panic hidden

cold and ruthless as Dominick

forward, “don’t tell me you didn’t know Stephanie’s mother was the homewrecker who tore your family apart. Your dad almost divorced your mom, Mary,

sizing him up. Dominick, the golden boy, was perfect, too perfect. The problem was that he was also cruel, secretive, and intense, not exactly

was determined to see just how deep his secrets ran, a mocking smile playing on

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Chapter 351

little Dominick, only five years old at the

her. His lips slightly parted as if words of fury were

his teeth and forced

one dared speak of the abducting case in

cold during the thaw, Dominick ran and ran, but the strides of a five–year–old could only carry him so far. The sounds of pursuit thundered behind him. Did he feel fear? He couldn’t remember. All he could recall was the coldness, chilling to the bone. The cold made his wounds throb and itch, their edges raw and swollen. His whole body

abductors. When the Wellingtons found him, his clothes were tattered, his body covered in bloodstains,

the abducting and eventually. found the perpetrators, but they were dead ends, leaving no trace of who was behind it,

still didn’t know that the mastermind behind his abduction was none other than his own mother.

deep. His father eventually reconciled with his mother, who

when he began